Page 109 of Their Fairy Princess (Office Intrigue Duet 7)
I hurried through my shower, joined them in the dining room. Everly made every attempt to guess what the plan for the day was, but Isaac did a good job of throwing her off track.
While he kept her preoccupied, Ian and I went to the grocery store to pick up a few things Heaven had requested specifically for the birthday dinner she was cooking.
“I was thinking about something, Master,” I told him as I pushed the cart down the aisle while Ian tossed things in it.
“What was that?”
“Isaac mentioned he’d prefer I stay at home. You know, in lieu of working.”
“We both prefer that,” he noted.
“Okay. Well, I was thinking it would be more cost-effective if you weren’t paying for lawn service or the pool guy. The maids. I could handle that stuff. Me and Everly.”
Ian paused, looked over at me. His eyes were serious when he spoke. “That’s a lot of work.”
“Well, I’ve kinda got a lot of time.”
He smiled. “I know that. And I want you to have things to do.”
“So do I. I can’t sit around and mooch off of you.”
He stepped in close, tilted my chin up. “First of all, if we want to take care of you, that’s our business. Not yours.”
“Yes, Master.”
An old lady moved passed us, her eyes wide as she did.
Ian didn’t acknowledge her in any way, never broke eye contact with me. I liked that it didn’t bother him what other people thought.
“I’ll have the conversation with Isaac tomorrow.”
“Yes, Master.”
He leaned in, pressed his lips to mine before stepping back. “Just so you know, we’ve got plenty of things that’ll keep you busy. None of which include you cleaning bathtubs and toilets.”
I smiled, thinking about what those could possibly be.
“The most important will be taking care of Everly when we’re out of town.” He grabbed two loaves of bread, set them in the cart. “We travel a lot. We’re gone a lot.”
“She’ll be my top priority, Master.”
“And you, hers.”
“But I’d like you to consider it, Master. It would put me at ease to have chores to do.”
“I know it would. We’ll talk about it more. Right now, we just need to get back to the house before Everly has a coronary.”
She was rather worked up, quite excited about what Isaac and Ian had in store for her. So I understood his distraction. In fact, I even managed to let thoughts of her push out all the others. There would be time to deal with reality later. Today was going to be special.
When we arrived back at the house, Isaac was already pouring a drink.
“Where’s Everly?”
He nodded toward the living room.
I had to pause to observe the scene.
“Well, well, well,” Ian said, setting the bags on the island and walking over to look at Everly. “Enjoying yourself, little fairy?”
Her eyes widened. Thanks to the gag in her mouth, she couldn’t speak.
That didn’t stop her from moaning as Heaven sat between her thighs, which were restrained to keep her ankles against her butt, knees wide, wielding one of those torture devices they called a vibrator. This one had a narrow handle, a wide, bulbous head and was being applied directly to Everly’s clit.
“You want to come, don’t you?” Ian taunted.
Everly nodded, the move causing the chain attached to the gag to tug on the clamps pinching Everly’s nipples.
She moaned loudly, whimpered.
Isaac appeared. “If she does, she gets punished. Again.”
“Again, huh? She’s already earned punishment today. On her birthday of all days.”
“Her ass is not only stuffed full, it’s also a pretty shade of red,” Isaac informed us, sipping his drink.
“Well, if this is what we get on her birthday, I can’t fucking wait till it’s ours.” Ian chuckled, then went to the kitchen.
I followed, helping him unload the groceries while Everly continued to moan from the living room.
I smiled, a little disappointed that I’d have to wait until February before I got to see what they had in store for my birthday.
Everly
He was killing me slowly.
Torturing me for the thrill of it.
And I loved every freaking second of it.
It wasn’t lost on me that Isaac was being extremely strict today, dishing out punishment for every little infraction. He knew what it did to me. And he was getting extremely creative.
The spanking I’d gotten earlier had been nothing compared to the torture session with the magic wand he’d had Heaven use on me while I was gagged and restrained.
Now I was serving as their dinner dish.
While I’d heard about this practice, submissives being used as various pieces of furniture, I’d never experienced it. Yet here I was, on my twenty-fifth birthday, laid out on the dining room table while the four of them ate off of me.
Yep.
The food, a variety of finger foods, had been strategically placed over my naked body. As they ate, the spots they uncovered were subjected to the cool air, making my skin tingle, along with other parts of my body.
